There was a Groupon for Jumpstreet for more than half off, so we all went. It was fantastic. I actually can't believe how smoothly it went. Not a single fit was thrown, not even when the two-year-old was worn out and bonked her head on the fire extinguisher case on the way out. Those facts alone would be enough to make a busy mama proud. But what made it particularly special was a little bit of five-year-old drama and how my girl handled it.
While all of the kids were on the kid trampolines, "twin-b" (so-called by the doctors because she was born second) acquired a tail. A little boy was chasing her around for quite a while. It seemed, from an outside perspective, like they were having fun. I suppose that's the result of not being able to hear what they were saying over the joyful screeching of a room filled with bouncing children. Besides, she had such a good attitude and was smiling almost constantly.
She eventually came to where we were sitting on the side-lines to tell us that boy said she was a loser... but she's not a loser... so she told him, "I'm not a loser. And I don't want to talk to you ever again."And she was pleased with herself. Of course, I was also pleased with her. I was glowing over her self esteem and preschooler conviction.
But the boy kept chasing her around. As it turns out, he was still just taunting her with "loser" and it was starting to upset her. She came to me to tell me he wouldn't stop. Since conviction and an order of cease fire had failed, I armed her for her return to battle.
"He's calling you a loser?"
"Yes."
"Are you a loser?"
"No."
"Then he's a liar, and you can tell him that."
And it wasn't long before that little boy was running to his daddy to point at my daughter and say, "she's being mean to me." But, by then, his daddy was fully aware of the origins of this little scuffle, because he was sitting right next to me on the side-lines all along.
Oh the hilarity. And how bursting with pride I am. :D
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